Wow," came a familiar voice, "Hypochondriac killed the cat." -Dess
Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago.
Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.
Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.
I love my virginity to the apocalypse.
Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.